Reject Humanity, Return to Monke

Invaders Repelled!

Humans Killed: 1042 ; 52,000 DP ; 46,890 EXP

Special Human [Linuel Gastreede] Killed: 1,250 DP ; 1,000 EXP

Total DP Gained: 53,250

Total EXP Gained: 47,890

Level Up!

Level Up!

I looked at the devastated town from the top of the ramparts, smoke billowing into the sky from the ruined buildings. Letting out a deep breath, I checked the Dungeon Resident list to get the death count from my Dungeon.

Goblins: 59

Kobolds: 42

Orcs: 39

Lizardmen: 6

Humans: 17

Beastmen: 3

Elves: 2

Alraunes: 4

Arachnes: 2

Wolves: 32

Trolls: 1

Total: 207

207 deaths…

If it weren't for the home advantage, my primates, and my intervention, there would've been a lot more casualties than recorded. It was a huge blow to my daily DP income, as well as the workforce of my Dungeon.

Not to mention that there would be a very somber mood hanging over the Residents' heads for a couple of weeks to mourn the loss of their loved ones.

The silver-lining to all this? I got two levels and enchanted weapons and armor, numbering a few hundred.

The majority of them were destroyed in battle, but those that remained intact were quickly placed inside the armory.

Looking at the giant spire of corpses of the fanatical human soldiers, I scowled as Nicholas had the larger monsters douse them with oil before setting them ablaze with a torch.

On the bright side, no important figures were killed during the invasion.

The spire of corpses burned magnificently as the stench of charred bodies filled the air. The monsters, used to the smell, all howled at the demise of their enemies, while the humans and demi-humans silently cried beside their deceased loved ones.

"So, you gonna go down there?" Drake piped up from the edge of the rampart, his legs swinging in the air. "You gonna give them a speech?"

"Hell no." I retorted with a snort. "I'm not good with speeches, you know that, right, Drake?"

"Heh, true." Drake tucked his hand inside his satchel and rummaged around for a moment. When he brought it back out, I noticed he was holding a bottle. Unplugging the cork and bringing it to his lips, Drake chugged down mouthfuls of alcohol, the scent stinging my nose.

"What about you? What are you going to do?" I raised my eyebrow at Drake as he continued to chug down alcohol until he emptied the bottle. "Are you sure your liver's gonna be fine?"

"My liver's made of steel…" Drake burped as he let out a contented sigh. Putting the bottle back inside his satchel, he brought his knees up and hugged them together. "And I don't know. I know I want revenge on those human supremacy assholes, but after seeing the damage done to you and your Dungeon, I'm thinking of staying."

"You sure?" I asked back, my other eyebrow raised as well.

"Until you can take on this level of invasion without casualties, yes, I think I'm staying." Drake smiled as he stood up. "Like the assholes leading the human cut would live long anyway. If I don't get to him first, then time will, or some other bastard. Whichever comes first."

Shrugging, Drake dusted himself off as he walked behind me, my eyes following suit.

"Anyway," Drake stretched his arms above him, making some satisfying popping noises from his upper back, "we should get going. I still think you should give them a speech, though."

As I gazed at his retreating figure, my mind brought me back to the scenes I had witnessed while killing human scum.

Goblins being beheaded, Kobolds being burned, Orcs being butchered, and their fellow humans being tortured to death.

Shaking those thoughts off, I followed Drake down the stairs.

"Maybe you're right." Drake turned around and gave me a grin. "That's one of the things I could do to ease their burdens."

Smiling, Drake patted me on the back as he burst out laughing.

"Good. Don't worry, it won't be hard."

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'Where am I…?' I looked around only to see a familiar sight. 'The void…?'

(Finally, I've been waiting for quite some time now.)

Turning around, I saw Drakhan again in all of his splendor, wrapped in chains like a caged animal.

"Drakhan? Why did you call me here?" I narrowed my eyes, and Drakhan gave off a reassuring smile.

At least, I hope that's what he gave me.

(No need to fret, Jionni. I've only called you here because I have some things to tell you.)

"Mhm… Go on…" I sat my huge ass on the ground… air…? Whatever, as long as I felt something holding my weight.

(First off, as you've learned, one of my soul pieces informed you of the incoming invasion, am I correct?)

I nodded, and Drakhan smiled before continuing.

(Tell me, have you seen a sword that absorbs blood, much like your hammer?)

I widen my eyes, hands quickly reaching for the inventory as I grab the sword in question and pull it out.

"You mean this?" I showed the sword, Linuel's sword to be precise, to Drakhan as he appraised it with a smirk forming on his face.

(Yes, this is the one. That sword is known as Bloodfiend, and it was one of my personal weapons at the time.)

"Let me guess, it feeds on blood and makes the wielder stronger as a result." I deadpanned at Drakhan, who gave a slight chuckle.

(In summary, yes, but the thing is, this sword is much more than that, aside from the cliché title.)

I snorted at his joke.

(Bloodfiend here can absorb blood, and as long as the wielder is in physical contact with the sword, he cannot feel pain and will be healed constantly. If you've wondered why the previous wielder kept on throwing himself at you like a madman, even with his limbs in total disrepair, this is the reason.)

I hummed and looked at Bloodfiend, its ordinary appearance making its legendary status look like a troll.

(Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking. Why is the sword so ordinary looking? Blah blah blah.)

I chuckled and rolled my eyes at his exasperation.

(Imagine this. What do you think would happen if some guy saw you as easy pickings and you were holding a very expensive looking sword? Now, imagine that same guy, but you only have a cheap sword.)

"Yes, I get your logic." I sighed, and Drakhan snickered. "Anyway, Bloodfiend aside, what is the real reason why you called me here."

All of a sudden, Drakhan's demeanor immediately shifted. His eyes were sharp and his body rigid as he stared at me dead in the eyes.

(Jionni, this might come as a shock to you, but me and some of the Gods whom I've brokered a deal with have come up with a plan to oust those foolish Gods that look down upon everyone who isn't one of their group.)

"… Are you talking about a holy war?" I asked, and Drakhan shook his head slightly.

(Heavenly War, not Holy War, but yes. That God I mentioned that's gunning for all Dungeons? He's overstepped his boundaries too far in so little time. Chythos and I have agreed to send all the Dungeons to another dimension for the time being to beef up your security.)

"Wait… You can do that?" My mouth hung wide open as Drakhan sighed.

(Yes, we can do that. I suggest you prepare. We'll be transporting you in a few hours, and during that time, we'll not be able to communicate until you all have returned.)

I opened my mouth, but closed it when Drakhan glared at me, cold sweat pouring from my face due to the pressure it emanated.

(And before you ask, no, we cannot transfer you permanently. At most, you have one year to strengthen your Dungeon. At the least, only about a month, and don't get your hopes up about the year limit.)

"Can I ask you about the dimension you're transporting us to then?"

(Sadly, the dimension is random, but all Dungeons will be transported to the same dimension, but in different areas.)

"Oh, okay." I sighed in relief. 'At least I can still see Catalina and the others.'

(Our time is up. Remember Jionni, always think that you have a month to prepare. You may not know this, but about one-fourths of the total Dungeon count in Praeccathae has been turned asunder due to the God's influence.)

"That bad?" Drakhan nodded, and I felt a shiver going down my back. "What about the other Gods?"

(What about them? They don't care, remember? I can count the number of Gods who give a shit on this world with one hand.)

Drakhan scowled, before shaking his head. I then felt a migraine forming in my head as my vision went dark. Before I passed out, however, I heard Drakhan letting out a few more words.

(Jionni, if you find yourself in danger, do not be afraid to invoke the System's might.)

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"What the fuck…?" Drake uttered a curse as his jaw hung wide open, while I did the same thing.

"What the fuck, indeed…" I rubbed my eyes and hoped that what I saw was just a big fucking joke.

After I woke up, I explained to Drake our current circumstances, and he all but reassured me that he would help to the best of his ability.

Feeling that secrecy was no longer needed, I also relayed this information to the various leaders in my Dungeon. After preparing for the dimension shift, here we are now, at the entrance of my Dungeon looking out into the outside.

And damn… Why are we inside my old school, with my old classmates looking at us with slowly rising horror.

"Reverse isekai?" I asked, and Drake nodded.

"Apparently, yes… Please… Please don't nuke us…"